Russia — the motherland of executioners and those who revere them
“The Russian man has no sense of personal dignity. He is a slave by nature.” These are not my words — they belong to Leo Tolstoy. And with every passing year, I feel more deeply how precisely he captured the essence. In Russia, tyranny doesn’t just happen — it is born, nurtured, fed, and carried to term as if it were the nation's own flesh. Putin is not an accident, not a deviation — he is a logical outcome. He is not a disease, but a symptom of a deep, centuries-old pathology in the collective mind.
In a country where greatness is valued more than freedom, where “as long as it’s not worse” replaces the desire for something better, Putins are born. In a land that for centuries worshipped the tsar, endured the brute, denounced the neighbor, and lived by the motto “it’s none of my business,” how can we expect anything else? From Peter to Stalin, from Stalin to Putin — it’s the same old script: mass submission to power, fear of freedom, and a culture that treats betrayal as a virtue.
The Kremlin is not just a dictator’s palace — it is a mirror reflecting the face of the nation. Distorted, yes — but familiar. Who fills the ranks of propagandists, who reports on colleagues, who jails people for posts and donations? Not just the regime. It’s thousands upon thousands of “ordinary people” with petty eyes and mutterings about “stability.” This is a people who do not want freedom — because freedom means responsibility. Submission is easier.
This is not a captured country. It is a country that voluntarily lies down under the boot. A people who have the chance to rise up, but choose to stay silent — or howl along. And if Putin disappears tomorrow — believe me, they will summon another. Even more cruel. Because the slave wants the whip.
“Russia cannot exist without a master,” they say — and they will keep saying it. But maybe it’s time to admit: Russia does not want to exist without a master. In this light, Putin is not an usurper. He is a popular choice. Not distorted — but authentic.
It hurts me. Not because of Putin — but because of the millions who gave birth to him inside themselves. I do not believe in revolution — I believe in evolution. But for that to begin, we must stop excusing the people. We must admit: the problem is not only at the top — it is within. And only those who refuse to be part of this sickness can become the beginning of healing. The rest are slaves. As Tolstoy said. As life proves. As the truth demands.